It's been a week since I took Sammie and Yoongi to the cafe. God even their names sound bad together. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for Sam.  She's the type of girl who dates really, how do I say this, low guys. Like, her standards are really low. 

Since that Saturday, I couldn't stop thinking of Yoongi. Like, he was talking about some really interesting topics. Like how he was only 13 when he started composing. I Wrote a few songs here and there, but I never really told anybody. And I could sing okay, I wasn't great or whatever.  

Just then, I got a phone call. I looked at the caller ID: it was an unknown number. I hesitated, then answered, my voice sounding as professional as I could make possible. "Hello?" I say. 

"Hey, (Y/N)! This is Yoongi-" why would yoongi be calling me? How did he get my number "-I got your number from Sam. Listen, she wants me to have your number so..." 

I tried not to smile. "Oh...okay...Well I'll save your-"

"Yeah sounds good. Okay bye." He said quickly, sounding annoyed. Rude. Did he think I was annoying? Did he not like me? 

Speak of the devil. I got a text from him saying- sorry, I had to go. We'll talk later :)- Oh. That changes things. I smiled and held my phone in my hands, reading the text over and over. finally, I got up and started on the dishes, as if I was expecting somebody, which I'm not. 

After cleaning, I decided to give Sammie a call. It rang twice, three times, four. I lifted the phone from my ear to check if I was calling the right person. It went to voice mail. "Hey, Sam. It's me (Y/N), just wanted to know if you wanna hang out. Call me..." I sighed and sat on my bed. 

I opened my computer and checked my e-mails. None. I checked Instagram and Twitter and snapchat, but nobody was in the mood to talk. I don't know why, but my thoughts just kept leading back to Yoongi. I mean, I like him and all, he's a cool guy, but not like that, you know. I picked up my phone contemplating on if I should text him or give him a call. I decided a call would do, he doesn't seem like one to text much. I hesitantly pressed the button and slowly lifted the phone to my ear. It rang once, twice, three times and then-

"Hello?" His voice sounded hoarse. I must have woken him up form a nap or something.  

"H-hey, Yoongi." I said, trying to sound cheerful. 

"what was that? Sorry, I gotta go. Talk to you later, okay?" He said, his voice promising this time, but still his words came flying out faster than normal. 

"y-yeah..sure...later" I said before hanging up. I threw my phone on the bed. Stupid! It's only been 2 hours! He's probably still busy!  And besides, what right do I have to be calling another woman's, especially my best friend's, boyfriend! God, how could I be so...so...ignorant!

I sat around my house until sunset, and then I made dinner, still feeling like a total fool. "damnit (Y/N), what were you thinking?" I said to myself. I walked over to my office where there sat a keyboard. I sat down and pressed some keys. I loved the piano. Ever since I was a kid, my mom would play and I would listen and watch. She never let me tough the piano, not until I was older. Even then, she was sitting next to me telling me exactly what to play. Thats how I learned. 

It feels good to be an adult, to be living alone, to be free. I began to play a song I had wrote in the 7th grade. Still, to this very day, I love the song. A sweet melody, but at the same time sounded very haunting and morbid. I liked to call it 'pessimist' because I thought that's what I was. 

I smiled as I played the tune. As I said, I love the piano. It helps me escape the world around me. But then, I thought of Yoongi, and the song didn't sound as beautiful as it once did.

"Damnit Yoongi! If you keep this up, I could die.." I said to myself. And it was crazy how, just like that, someone barely knowing a person, could fall in love with them.